Sawbones Poems - Poems about Sawbones

...And Skadi had her way much snow today Imparted volunteer job hopes soar high. Each Thor’s day , a shining star in a black sky Orange in my throat and gob smacked, what to say? And never let the......

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...Where liveth preen for empathy Drew ragged, Poor sawbones perscribed "where in pain warrants lithe deformities" Swimming, Loathed from the east Collared, Hung dry, Pruned by the sweat of a......

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...He rode a trail from out west. Twas at the sawbone's behest. As he turned southeast, Ran into Cochise. So, now He's Mincemeat, They said.......

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...Neuropathy in my hands. A panoply is the rest. A screw loose in my head. With itis through my back. It's what old sawbones said. But he saved the best for last. Seems I have two more days Plea......

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...Medieval Poems Deor's Lament (Anglo Saxon poem, circa 10th century AD) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Weland knew the agony of exile. That indomitable smith was wrac......

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...I am vulture My soul case may be repugnant, However, I have every sawbones decimal On my speed dial Before any croacker decrees justice On a soul case, They confer with me My logbook contain......

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...Lament for the Makaris ("Lament for the Makers/Poets") by William Dunbar [c. 1460-1530] loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch i who enjoyed good health and gladness am overwhelm......

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...Sweet Rose of Virtue by William Dunbar (c. 1460-1530) loose translation/modernization/interpretation by Michael R. Burch after William Dunbar Sweet rose of virtue and of gentleness, delightf......

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...Air Lives Around Bee Flies With sound Check Cheap Chatter Dew Lake Scatter Ease Mind To find First Aid And kind Ghoul Walks With breath Hound Hails Killed m......

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...Species sundry sentential Line the lost lowered loft Whose weary wayward-ceiled Roof raises itself over the lot: The diverse specimen bottles of pharmaceutic potations, Mortared and mixed as b......

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...The August Lion By: J. Philip Harris In the area of the afternoon, right before the stars Where the little gray strands spread out among the coffee roots Through the looking glass Beyond th......

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...pondered I discovered the season's called FALL, 'cause ambition skips casting’s call. rain and darkness grumpy bark-ness I sink like a skiff in a squall pleaded Doctor! Doctor! Diagnosis......

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...There were no wise men come to see No king to charge a death decree No guiding light No silent night No precious gifts or subsidies There was some help, an old sawbones A nice warm bed away ......

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